This weekend was another perfect spent snuggled up with a mug of hot tea and a good book. I decided to take my camera out for a spin (something I always mean to do during a storm, but never get around to) and seek out some new sights. I love the droplets hanging from the branches of the neighboring tree that never did fully lose its leafs. The puddle and resulting splattering droplets were mesmerizing to watch. I love the rain.
The scent during a storm is something magical. The scent of the world being washed clean. The scent of a fresh start.